Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.